Connecticut western news., 1887-08-10

sort of fancy came into my head. Per haps 1 did not know the route as well as I had thought. Perhaps I had even passed the cabins and was going away from them with every step. ought to have reached them in three hours at the utmost. It seemed to me I had been hurling along for twice three hours. Once I tried madly to fight back into the wind. It was hopeless-worse than useless. should drop with exhaustion in a few minutes, must keep going.
 I had gone over the edge of an old buffalo run scooped deep by the rush of summer rains. lay still for little while. II must have gone to sleep or perhaps tainted away. Anyway, when T. eksss to myself again, the wcf1d was as still as the grave. The wind had gone down, as it will sometimes, suddenly and entirely. The silence was dismal. I got on my feet, stiff and benumbed. In all that gray, still, ghastly space there was nothing to tell east from west, or north from south. I was lost on the big range. The cold was dangerous. I could not stop. I must move somewhere must make myself purpose-a purpose to keep alive at least-till daylight came
 I began walking; it did not matter in what direction. If only my strength held out till morning-strength to keep off that horrible drowsiness. know stumbled heavily along. I was thinking about Molly and her baby; it all seemed like dull dream. And then bells began to ring, deep, soft, far of. I stopped in my tracks to listen It was the sound of bells, certain, full and sweet. turned and went bindly on, following the sound as hound might follow scent.
 All at once saw light. It wasn't star; there were no stars. And nobody lived on the big range, unless some camper was travelling about, and campers don't travel in the teeth of a norther And this light swung and wavered, went out entirely for second or two, and then burned up again. And near or far could not tell, only it was light and it moved, and I followed it. And could hear the bells all the time.
 More than once fell, but I always got up and went on. I was talking to myself part of the time, hearing my own l voice and thinking it was someone else's. lost my sense of time again but kept on doggedly. Suddenly the light flashed brighter, whirled about in a wild sort of way and went out entirely. I gave shout and ran forward. I thought should die if lost it. And there was standing on a wide trail, with sort of square, dark shape stand | ing up in the dimness before me, with light and voices coming out of the chinks, and somehow there was the door and my hand on the latch, and in another second--oh! it was Molly--Molly with a ! lamp in her hand, bending over feeding box made into cradle, with great armful of hay and a white sheepskin for a cover, and Madlson's wife kneeling on one side and Clayton's wife on the other, and beyond with the lights flashing in their great, wondering, shining eyes, a pair of astonished horses. And then there came piping cry from the feeding trough and knew had found the baby,
 Burned out? Yes, sir That was the last thing; but they had warning before the fire came down on them Jim Clay ton had taken the woman and struck across for the big road and they took the first shelter they came to, a stable that had been built in the days when all the California supplies went overland by mule train. When the wind fell he took the lantern and tried to find cabin that ;; used to stand somewhere near, and I had been following him for half an hour.
 "Oh, yes, at last I'm we'll fixed now
 forty head of cattle out on the Gunnison
 And Molly spends her summers back home, and she and the babes bring back enough croup, and bronchitis sore throat to last them half the next winter.-[In
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